Chapter 4014
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Not long after, the monk walked in slowly. He put his palms together and bowed to Xuanyuan Moze, "Greetings, benefactor."
"Master, please take a seat." Xuanyuan Moze gestured. He had already set up the chessboard.
Leng Shuang served two cups of hot tea and then retreated to the side.
The monk slowly walked forward and sat down. When he heard the two children's giggling, he looked sideways.
He saw that the two chubby children were being fed in their arms. There was a smile on their delicate faces. There was only joy and carefree in their pure eyes, as well as curiosity about the world.
Seeing this, he sighed softly in his heart. He shook his head secretly and withdrew his gaze. He murmured Amitabha in his heart.
Xuanyuan Moze's gaze fell on him. He saw that after he sat down, he looked at the two children. When a trace of pity and pity flashed in his peaceful eyes, a deep light flashed in his eyes. His deep black eyes glanced at the pair of children and then fell on the monk. There was a trace of thoughtfulness on his face.
The monk looked at the two children with a strange gaze. That feeling made him a little unhappy and a little uneasy.
His and Ajiu's children were dragons and phoenixes among men from the moment they were born. From the moment they were born, their starting point was far higher than many people in the world. When they were born, they were blessed by experts from all over the world. In addition, the two children were also cute and had their own characteristics.
But why was the monk looking at them with pity and pity in his eyes?
He retracted his gaze and hid the expression in his eyes. He picked up the tea beside him and took a sip. Then, he asked casually, "Master, you've been living with us for a while now. What do you think of our son and daughter?"
Hearing this, the others in the courtyard were a little confused. What about their little master? He was naturally a proud son of God, a dragon and phoenix among men. Why did he need to ask the monk?
When the monk heard Xuanyuan Moze's words, he only glanced at him. Then, he put his palms together and murmured, "Amitabha, the children of the Emperor and Feng Xing are naturally blessed. Ordinary people can't compare to them."
Xuanyuan Moze played with the teacup and didn't look at him. He only said slowly, "Oh? Is that so? But why do I see a trace of pity and pity in the master's eyes when he looks at them? "
As soon as he finished speaking, he looked up at the monk opposite him. The corners of his lips curled up slightly. His eyes were still cold, "Master, can you clear my doubts?"
The monk paused and pursed his lips, he didn't say a word for a long time.
When Leng Shuang, Gray Wolf, and the others heard this, they could not help but look at each other in surprise. They did not quite understand. What was going on?
"What? Is it difficult to speak? "Xuanyuan Moze asked, pressing him step by step.
The monk felt the aura in the air become colder. He felt that the cold aura released from his body was very frightening. That kind of pressure spread out. Even he couldn't help but feel as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.
"Amitabha. Benefactor, it's not that I don't want to speak, but the secrets of heaven can't be revealed." He shook his head and sighed with a helpless expression.
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